Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

Rookie - 255 Points (February 2,1975 / Pateros, Rizal)

All This Time


And you taught me how to love

Yes you showed me how to care

Spelled forever with your touch

Yes you took care of my heart…



But all this time I was looking

All this time I was searching

All this time I kept on waiting….

Waiting for that someone…

Someone who’ll never come….



Girl, I missed your tender gaze

And your understanding smile

Every time I played the fool

You were there to keep things cool



And all this time I was looking

All this time I was hoping

Not knowing I was straying..

Straying from that someone..

Someone who’s always cared



Now you teach me how to cry

Now you’re bringing me much pain

Said that I can go on wasting…

That you’re done and through with waiting



And all this time you too are waiting…

All this time, praying and hoping…

That all this time I somehow see

Feel the love you have for me



But as long as you are leaving

I know that it’s too late for me

So I’ll just keep on my searching

For a love that all this time’s with me…





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Submitted: Saturday, July 19, 2008
Edited: Sunday, July 27, 2008

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